Built on the backs of immigrants,
the mills ran twenty-four hours a day.
The night sky belched --
a constant orange-tinged purple.
Metal flowed like water and sparks
flew like fireflies.
Illiterate foreigners
fired coke, crushed rock, and
melted ore into iron.
Mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters
made the crossing.
Their names and heritage were lost
at Ellis Island.
Carnegie became wealthy and ruthless --
Pinkerton was his favorite color.
Poverty built an empire called America.
Thanks for the libraries, Andrew.
~Dave Ruslander
Dave Ruslander is a forgetful 53 year-old. He writes and has had poetry and
short stories published. To earn a living he is a computer geek. Email.
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